For the Pregnant women
The world around me is the world I always desire, I was gifted with a belly that offers me only comfort and peace of mind. I used to love the fact that my mum carried me around to fool all the beautiful things. A mother like a world was offering to a tiny little me. I promised not to let her cry and we will play hide and seek if life would let me live. But my staying was short-lived, the world made their decision.
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My amazing belly mom. like every other less privileged kids, I was less privileged but mine was different. The world mocked and scold me before I was born. Living was certain for me. What about my world? Why mom? The woman who shared and devoted her love to me, what about the woman who share and brutally killed her time to satisfy all my needs. I loved her so much and so the world offered me a chance to set things right and death gave me a choice, so I choose me so that my mother could live. Now my mother is cry. I can’t but to feel the pain I caused her, I promise I’ll be back again.
Written by Masud Umoru and Henry last trap
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